Baudelaire would have loved this place. Ratty around the edges—its charm at once immanent and ephemeral.
The hole in the wall delivers more than good food cheap. A considered conversation with a casual stranger on the sartorial choices of Donald Duck. Quiet communion over slurped bowls of soup. The knowledge that there’s still someplace for all of us.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color